An introvert's dream



   Talking about introverts let's talk about crystal who was a very silent and reserved girl and. She stayed in her own world of dreams where no one could enter except her. Just like everyday while she was once day dreaming, she sensed someone else around her. She felt weird for the first time and therefore tried to understand that feeling she got. She went to that someone who was on the other side of the mirror. She went close and just starred in his eyes. She noticed, that individual was similar to her in many ways like looks, eyes, ears, but one thing which shook her was his voice when he said, "I am here for you". Crystal took two steps back after listening that. He then said, "You don't need to fear from me just because you were isolated from your birth". Crystal's confusion took a raise and she went close to observe him more. He introduced himself as someone sent by her well wisher.
    He asked her, "Don't you feel sad because of your loneliness, I know you have a family but still isolation is a replication to any situation as well as a behavior chosen by an individual. I am here to get the reason behind your acceptance of this isolation". Crystal was continuously starring at him. He continued, "I know you won't be able to share your secrets with me instantly and I have no problem with that crystal. Take your time, but let me tell you that unless and until you won't open to me, I won't leave this place". Crystal still didn't respond. For the first time she could see feel some other sense. A sense which wasn't understandable for her. That manly voice in a body alike her was shocking but at the same time surprising for her. She was so lost in him that she was not able to understand the reason of his presence. It all seemed like a wonder land to her. He was going on clearing the doubts crystal didn't ask. Crystal was lost in him feeling something different.
    After some time a noise cross checked her ears which was of the cracks falling in that mirror. As she came out of her lost mind, she realized that those cracks were gradually increasing and if she wouldn't solve it, the mirror will be broken and she would totally loose him. She tried many ways but couldn't succeed. With every growing cracks crystal was turning more fearful of loosing him. Till that time she had understood that her actions were going useless. She stopped trying hard and just stood there. The mirror started breaking. She went all numb and as soon as the mirror broke, one of its piece hit her hard. Thus she woke up wagging her tale after getting hit by drunken.

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